Stay overnight in a night-mooring near maple bridge/Fengjiang.
Tang zhangji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Mountain travel
Don Dumu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
The pride of Qiu Si fishermen
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Don du fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
Autumn night
Don Dumu
In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Autumn ci
Don Liu Yuxi
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
Climb the balcony
Don du fu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Mount Emei Yuege
Tang Libai
In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.
Think of my brothers on a moonlit night.
Don du fu
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
357 words/autumn wind ci
Tang Libai
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick, I am lovesick for a long time, and I am lovesick indefinitely. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.
Su Muyin (blue sky, yellow leaves)
Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
In the mountains.
Don
The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.
Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity (Part One)
Don du fu
Yulu withered maple forest, Wushan Wuxia bleak. Between the river and the sky, the waves are rough and the clouds are covered with fog. Cong Ju shed tears the other day. She was alone in the boat. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious.
Qiu Si.
Tang zhangji
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge
Tang Libai
There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?
Crazy hope
Don
Looking at the dusk in Gaodong, I want to rely on it. Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back. Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei.
Cold chrysanthemum/painted chrysanthemum
Zheng Song Xiao Si
Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor. It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
"Two strict songs, the first one"
Wei Cao Jin pi
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost. Yan's group said "Gu Nanxiang", thinking of gentlemen and guests, thinking of heartbroken. I miss my hometown. Why don't you send it to live for a long time? I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes. Short songs cannot be long. The moon shines on my bed.
Frost moon
Tang Li Shangyin
Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural. The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
Yu Jiexing Qiu Si
Song Fan Zhongyan
The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine. Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
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